Saturday, December 31, 2011

Happy New Year!

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Happy New Year!

Peace, Prosperity,
Safety, Security,
Laughter, Love,
Happiness & Joy,
Wonder & Curiosity,
A zest for life and the time to enjoy it...
A sense of fulfillment but not of complacency...

May all this be part of your life in the new year...

Friday, December 30, 2011

A Few Days More...

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A few days more...
Of laughter, of joy... 
Of smiles that dam a tidal wave of tears... 
Of eyes that sparkle to hide a breaking heart... 
Of words that disguise a searing pain... 
Of a love that would slowly choke and die.

 Giving away to... 
A distance hard to bridge... 
A yearning, a pining... 
A longing of the lonely heart... 
A soundless cry of the dying soul... 
The last gasps of a choking heart.

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Diary Of A ‘Casual’ Smoker


7:34 AM | Kuwait
I play break-out with my lungs!

I am going to quit smoking. It is a horrid habit. Unlike the three thousand nine hundred and seventy four previous times I have planned to, this time I am quitting for sure. What quitting?… I have quit! (err… after this one which I have already lit is taken care of… no point in tobacco wastage… eh?!… I know, you agree.)

I am not a heavy smoker… No… I am a casual smoker. Why am I writing this in my diary? Well, when I am coughing my lungs out soon… I just want to make sure that everyone knows it is not ‘cause I smoke. This is just something I started when I was eleven or twelve years old… to add variety to sheesha / shisha and generally, being stoned.

And, mind you, none of the full-bodied commoners’ cigarettes for me… I prefer coating my lungs with tar in style… with ‘lights’. They are exclusive, designer cigarettes… and why I chose them is simple… to limit my smoking and be really ‘casual’. I don’t smoke much… just about 30-40 cigarettes a day… and not like I chain-smoke… or light one cigarette with the other and go on (I use a lighter… one that suits my mood from the large collection of designer & special edition lighters I have).

But, you see… I have quit… this is just my 5th cigarette of the day… just to aid me in my post (which I am writing at around 7:30ish in the AM).

The smoke clears my brain and lets me think… it settles my mind… gives me my peace the world wants to destroy. The cigarette… the loveliness, the slender and smooth feel… the tenderness it fills my mouth with (nothing to do with possible cancerous cell activity)... there is so much selfless love in that wee little ciggie…

Seene ko jalaati hain toh kya hua…
Labhon se toh lagi rahti hain

(unlike my girl… jo sirf seene ko jalaati hain)

Yes… I am going to quit smoking. Last one for the day! Really! Uff… what just happened?... Did I just light up another ciggie (on autopilot)? I have to stop! I know… I am gonna switch to the pipe… having to stuff it over and over again… that might deter me.

Bas… ab koi kare toh kya?


*Note: This isn’t my diary entry… I don’t smoke ‘lights’… just Davidoff Slims!
Oops… I DON’T smoke. Period.*

*And…I definitely don’t have a girl!*

Warning: Smoking is injurious to health. Writing about it... especially, someone else's diary entry... now... that could really be detrimental to life! :D

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Enough, Mr. Khan!


*If you want to be called SRK, then be prepared to have your name split to match the initials*
*No! I won’t put up a picture!*

Imagine the pull of the man… he has found a way in to MY blog. You would notice that unlike most of the times I mention an actor here, I have linked him to his Wikipedia page and not IMDB… he needs a lot more description and well, Wikipedia has a link to his IMDB page at the bottom.
The man is iconic. The Badshah of Bollywood, the King Khan… and many more adulatory sobriquets are showered on him by his crazy fans… more so when one of his many movies is up for release or is running to packed halls.
Why is he featured on my blog? Ah well… let me get this straight… If I could make rules and enforce them, I would bar him from making or acting in movies. Yes. The divine SRK would not (and should not) be allowed to be in movies in my ideal world. Now, don’t get me wrong… I think the man is a gem of a person… but I just can’t stand what he does onscreen in the name of acting. It is not the person Shah Rukh Khan I abhor… but his onscreen persona.
I really wish, hope, pray that he would stop acting. Retire and just be a good person… a good husband, a good papa and a very good friend to KJo!
I might get lynched for this post… but hey, this is my blog… and this is my opinion. Why I hate his work is simple… every time I watch an SRK movie… it seems that it is just a scene from one long movie… from Baazigar to Don-2… just one long movie. He is exactly the same in every movie. He is always SRK – the star… never the character. It is such a waste of talent… cause, the man has talent. Yes, he does. But, it is buried in his stardom. The only movie in which I could slightly tolerate him was Chak De! India. He was not larger than life in it… and that was a relief. Even in a movie as down-to-earth as Swades… it was not whatshisname character but Shah Rukh Khan that overshadowed it. My Name Is Khan was a big hit… but where was the character Khan? …it was just Shah Rukh ‘from the epiglottis’ Khan doing a weird act. Compared to that even Hrithik Roshan did a better job in Guzaarish (and that is really stretching it).
Every movie the man acts in has him playing himself… and never the character. That to me is a huge turn-off. From his CircusFauji days…I know the man can act. Wonder what stops him from getting that percentage of people, who can’t stand him, to be on his side by just continuing to act the way he did back then?!
I am all for personal opinion and right of choice and all that. But, I believe there has to be some limits set by logical sense or at least by common sense. The other day… a friend of mine (well, after what she said I’d have to rethink that position for her) had put up a status update on FB, thanking SRK for the wonderful, lovely entertainer of a movie called Ra.One. She even had the guts to call the music of the movie melodious (well, she needs to get her ears tested… naah… boxed!). People refuse to use their brains. How can you like a movie in which the whole plot revolves on a stupid mistake the director / scriptwriter made? The said error – The woman’s kid is in danger and given the option to escape… she decides to stay and suffer the consequences, endanger her and her kid’s life and expect some robot/android to save her while she is doing the chammak challo! So… it all comes down to the fact that people are in general zombie sheep… they just refuse to use logic… they blindly follow any damn fad. Anything SRK dishes out… bullshit though it might be (and always is, in most cases), people just relish it (like Nawaab Saheb always says… jaahilon se bhari duniya hain!). The cash registers at the box-office just do not stop ringing and the man continues to torture us with more of his movies.
Such an utter waste of talent!

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Merry Christmas!

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Wish you all a Merry Christmas...
'tis the season to be jolly... with
Twinkling lights...
Bright faces...
Holly and Mistletoe...
Gingerbread cookies and eggnog...
A Christmas tree wrapped in tinsel...
Angels to watch over you...
May all this and more bring you all happiness and cheer!

Thursday, December 22, 2011

From The Otherside ;)

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I really liked this disclaimer by Nawaab Saheb...
A little violent, maybe... but then there really are those times when you want to get a gun out and do an FPS on some really dumb people around you (and the world seems to be full of them)!
Why I don't get a license for a gun is simple... I happen to be one of those dumb people!

General Disclaimer:

The contents of this blog (in general) and / or of this post (in specific) are not intended to hurt the sentiments of any individual and / or community.

If you are offended - it is sincerely regretted and I genuinely pity you for your lack of common sense. I also pity your friends and family who have to tolerate your sad existence. Please do seek some help – psychiatric or otherwise – or just go kill yourself and do the world a favour.

This message has been issued in the interest of the general public.

Confessions Of A Temporary Shopaholic!

Image Courtesy - Shutterstock

I do not like to shop.
I have made it quite clear in a few of my earlier posts. I do live in a shoppers’ paradise, though! This country has more malls than railways stations (Hah! Gotcha! Actually, Kuwait has no railway network).

Every other day, I can see a mall coming up in some neighborhood (three years, and I am still exploring neighborhoods in a country whose inhabited area is probably about the same size as Goa). The existing malls keep mutating in to larger versions of themselves… spreading like a plague over the area… branching like the tentacles of an octopus (I am looking at you, The Avenues Mall!)

For all the atrocious, air conditioned architecture that these malls are, they do provide a respite from heat during the unbearable summer days… a cool place to hang out and maybe fill your tummy with cuisines (read… fast food) from all over the world.

Coming back to the whole point of the post… am shocked at myself about the way I have spent money over the last few weeks. Given that I was upset and still am going through a roller-coaster phase where the car has a few wheels missing and the track has gaping gaps in it… I should be able to pardon myself for this expensive soul-soothing. But, what turned scary for me was the way I shopped. Normally, I’d walk in to a shop and I would know exactly what I want to buy … this is majorly because the kind of shops I walk in to are electronic stores and the occasional shoe shop… and I go there when I am perfectly settled on what I need to buy (ok… the part of knowing what to buy in a shoe-shop isn’t carved on rock truth). Shoe & bag shops, at times, do make the ‘typical’ woman in me take over. Oh…we all have our quirks!

What’s wrong with the way I have been shopping the last few days? Everything!  Absolutely everything has been wrong… I enter a designer store or even Debenhams and I see a dress and I grab it… then I see another dress and I grab it too… and when my arm can act as a hanger for no more dresses, I take them all in to the fitting room and try them on… do a little pirouette in front of the mirror and now comes the shocking part… I buy ALL of them! Hello, girl!!… have you ever heard about price tags? Do you even have enough money in your account to pay for all that? (Psst… I have been lucky; I did not have to turn back embarrassed from the counter… Thank you, MasterCard).

Phew… where did the time go…when I used to buy two outfits an year? The smart, calculating (read… maha kanjoos) girl has turned in to a short-term shopaholic (I sincerely hope this isn’t a long term relationship… designer labels and me).

I would soon be packing up and leaving for Bombay, and I am gonna have to hire a ship to carry my stuff (dresses, shoes & bags) home… Thank goodness, Bombay has a port! I have already ordered for cartons (pronounced ‘cartoons’ here… and salons are spelt ‘saloons’… Sheesh, can you believe that!!! Ufff! I digress). When the carto(o)ns are here... I have to weigh my stuff in batches and pack them all in along with a precious cargo of my books (which I believe, deserve air travel) and set them sail on a ship to Bombay… hope a 100 kilos would not raise too many eyebrows! :D

Of late,… I do feel like a character from a Sophie Kinsella novel… in more ways than one… more on that later…

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

A New Rishta

In a few days, my cousin would get married. I am obviously upset about missing her wedding but there is something else that saddens me more even though the occasion is joyous. Me and my cousins, we are a very close knit group… age differences and physical distances have never really mattered to us. Spread around the world, we all still manage to stay in touch and on those rare occasions when all of us do manage to land at one place… we make sure that period of time is etched forever in our hearts and minds. The frequency of us meeting reduces a bit when new rishtey are formed… though, marriage and families of their own and even kids of their own have not dampened the thirst for fun and adventure in both my paternal & maternal cousins.
We could easily fill a full-size bus with just our generation (maybe the next could be included). With a combined (maternal + paternal) list of 5 uncles & 4 aunts… and with 2 kids for each of them… that’s a truck load of cousins indeed.
Vacation trips to Kerala are always buzzing with excitement. Everybody tries to fly down around the same time. And that means the neighborhood where we are all put up has to arm themselves with ear-plugs and sleeping pills and the like. The giggles and laughter and the games and the winding gossip sessions go on late in to the night. Card games and board games are carried all the way in to hospital rooms when one of us falls sick… and they stop only when the hospital staff kick us out.
Trips & picnics are planned… then discussed at length and then re-discussed in to the wee hours of the night. Then one fine day an impromptu destination is picked and a super enjoyable trip just happens… no planning would make it as enjoyable as the impulsiveness of it.
With all this happening among us… it becomes inevitable that when a rishta for one of us comes in… one of the major checkpoints is the compatibility of the would-be groom or bride with the rest of us. How well would they fit in to our world? Luckily, it has never happened that a new addition to the family has ever felt out of place with or overwhelmed by the bunch of us.
When my older cousin sis was about to get married, I was a li’l worried. I was very close to her and the idea of her marrying away did not really go well with me. Being in Bombay I did not get a chance to meet jiju before the wedding… and all assurances from my other cousins and relatives did not really make it better for me. But, after the wedding it was quite obvious that jiju could start the ball rolling in every adventure we plan and what better… he would be the kingpin of all our adventures (and misadventures). Yes, the same jiju whose estates we raided.
As I wish my little sis a happy married life, I hope that with this marriage we get to add one more fun loving character to our ever expanding troupe.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Bachchpann Ke Din


The timeline post of yesterday got me thinking about my bachchpann ke din. Those lovely days of all fun and just a li’l bit of academics (there was no escaping that… ever.)

For some reason, I got really good grades in school and didn’t really have to put in much effort… was pretty lucky that way. This had a great advantage… my teachers in school thought I could do no wrong and that pretty much gave me the license to be quite naughty (not bad… just fun-loving). At home I was always a good girl… very obedient (though for some reason, mom termed my obedience as rebellion). But then, there is no cure for the Mom Logic!

Those really were the days… not a care in the world… except dodging the occasional school test or two… and the abhorred sports-day. I hated sports… especially, the ones I had to participate in. I love watching sports… but that’s another story. I despised athletic meets and the P.E. periods in school where the teachers expected us to do disciplined physical activity. I didn’t really have anything against physical activity… I loved climbing trees and walls… rarely took the normal road to school and back… used every shortcut I could experiment with, loved to trek the nearby hills and wooded paths. I loved the games we played… Lagori (Eleven tiles), Dodge-Ball, Dog and the Bone, Hopscotch, Four Square, Save Dolly… and so many others we had invented on the go.

Life in the colony (Anushaktinagar) was one big vacation trip… every day was leisurely for us kids. Beautifully laid out, with stately old tree lined avenues, lush lawns and flower-beds, hills on one side, the sea on one side, thick woods on the third; the colony has well-planned building (apartment) complexes and some 17 high-rises. It has a multitude of play-grounds and open spaces… and for a gated residential township it is one of the largest in Asia.

Our Little Paradise - Anushaktinagar

The summer holidays in the colony were delightful. It never would have mattered if I didn’t get to go on a vacation trip anywhere else. There was fun and then there was adventure to be had right there. The daytime would be spent with my nose buried in some novel and the afternoons were spent outdoors… playing with the friendly neighborhood strays, stealing the spiced mango & kokum laid out in the sun to be dried for pickling, climbing up the wild-cherry trees (I still have no clue what they really were) and the hundreds of mango trees for unripe mangoes (which we would eat with masala made by the neighborhood chai-aunty), building shelters of slate-tiles (multistoried… no less) for the stray cats and dogs and decorating them with wild flowers and electronic waste! The more leisurely days were spent playing board games… carom, Monopoly, Scrabble… even the Ouija board at times when we were in extremely ‘adventurous’ moods. Evenings were for some cricket or dodge-ball and the late evenings for sit-down games like Passing the Parcel, Chinese Whispers, Antaakshari or Dumb Charades. Sometimes, the evenings demanded long winding walks around the colony and a visit to the in-house cemetery… after which followed a discussion on the paranormal and exchange of ghost stories until our folks would call us from the windows (and that meant dinner time… well, our folks were just as happy to have us out of their hair for so long).

The winter holidays were equally fun even considering the fact that Bombay does not have much of a winter. The colony was always 1-2 degrees cooler than the rest of the city… thanks to the green blanket. One of the major events was finding a Christmas tree… of course, there were no conifers available… the closest we got were the Casuarina trees… the twigs of which we would break off and tie together in a way that there was never the remotest resemblance to a Christmas tree (Wasn’t really our fault… but they just did not have the required shape). Plastic trees were rare and not in our league. The ‘tree’ would be stuck in an old planter and kept on the first floor parapet of our building. The parapet was deep & wide enough to allow us to sit around the contraption. Almost all the decorations were hand-made… this used to be our task for the weeks before Christmas. The only adult help which we had was for putting up the lights.

After Christmas, the next event was burning the Old Man… a dummy which we made from dried twigs and grass and old clothes and newspaper… the dummy had a face made of a paper plate or sometimes it was a Santa mask (yeah… kinda evil that way). The last 4 days of the year were a frantic search for the material for the dummy and the fifth day was the making of the Old Man. On the 31st of December, at night… the adults lit a bonfire for us and under their watchful eye we burnt the Old Man. That was meant to instill in us extremely non-violent ideologies (considering our parents always encouraged us)... or maybe that was just us preparing for the ubiquitous dummy burning protests that may or may not be required in our adult lives.

That was childhood life in the colony… simple and memorable.

Sunday, December 18, 2011



Now that Facebook has come with this Timeline view of the profile, I decided to sit back and draw up the timeline of my life. This could help when one fine day all those people are fighting over themselves to be the one to pen my memoirs or write a biography.
Of course, there’s no doubt… I’d be famous (or notorious). In today’s world, all publicity is good publicity. And to all those people who are good to me now… you’d all be considered before everyone else for the discounted editions of my biographies. There would not be an autobiography… that’s for those people who are too full of themselves. ;)
Jokes apart (snickersnickertsktsk really now!)… am doing this timeline thingie coz am totally wella! An idle mind is the Devil’s workshop… and in my mind, he is all hammer and tongs at something.
Let’s see… I came down to earth in the recent past (following all those frantic pleas by so many young men.) I was born in the 80s… yeah, missed the bus by a couple of miles on the flower child / hippie generation.
Completed schooling in the 90s and graduated in the first decade of the 2000s. Working my ass off (pardon the language) in the second decade of the 2000s!
Hmmm… looks like that’s it about my timeline. This is not good! There has to be some juice… some ‘eventful’ events… some anecdotal incidents. Oh boy… I thought this was gonna be a cakewalk… like writing ‘Myself’ in kindergarten… you know, like… My name is Surya Murali. I am a girl (in spite of the name). I study in Class UKG-A. I don’t have a dog. I don’t own a cat. I have no birds in cages. My papa is a nuclear scientist… etc.
Evidently, an uphill task as this is I am going to dig up some ‘genuine’ excuse to not write it today. This serves a dual purpose… I have one post for the day and some retrospection to do for the rest of the week. Clearly… my grey cells need some stimulation.
It is the week before Christmas… and even in this desert I can feel the stirrings of yuletide. This season has a lot of special memories attached… of the times in the colony (Anushaktinagar).
Yep, Anu-shakti-nagar does translate to Atomic-Energy-Nagar. That should also give you an idea why I am so close to isotopes and radiation and went as far to call my blog The Radiant Isotope. Also explains the mutations in my brain… and my being a highly unstable, volatile isotope.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Sulking On A Saturday

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There are these days when you wake up with a song playing in your head… And today is Saturday… I should have been expecting a peppy party number. But, I am in Kuwait… and if you don’t work for one of those oil companies or the ministry, chances are you’d be waking up all groggy eyed and getting ready for work.

The thought of working on a day the rest of the world is enjoying sleeping in late, is a huge mood dampener. Now, combine that with waking up with a beautiful yet melancholic song in your head. Worse, it fits your situation to the T.
Haah! There’s your bummer!

Haunting as the song is, the voice of Kishore Kumar adds that emotional weight to the rendition. I can’t really remember the movie and the situation within it for the song. But, here is a situation… hmmm… no situation… I promised someone I would not let myself go. (By the way, jaan… get well soon!)


Mera jeevan kora kaagaz kora hi rah gaya…
Mera jeevan kora kaagaz kora hi rah gaya…
Jo likha tha aansuon ke sangh beh gaya…

Mera jeevan
Mera jeevan kora kaagaz kora hi rah gaya…

Ek hawa ka jhoka aaya,
Ek hawa ka jhoka aaya, toota dali se phool,
Toota dali se phool…
Na pavan ki na chaman ki.. kiski hain yeh bhool…
kiski hai yeh bhool…
Kho gayi… kho gayi khusbhoo hawa mein, kuch na reh gaya… 

Mera jeevan…
Mera jeevan kora kaagaz kora hi rah gaya…

Udte panchi ka tikhana,
Udte panchi ka tikhana… Mera na koi jahaan…
Mera na koi jahaan…
Na dagar hain, na khabar hain… jaana hain mujhko kahaan…
Jaana hain mujhko kahaan.
Bann ke sapna… bann ke sapna, humsafar ka saath reh gaya…  

Mera jeevan…
Mera jeevan kora kaagaz kora hi rah gaya…

Friday, December 16, 2011



There may never be a perfect guy but when a tear drop rolling down your cheek is the end of the world for someone, you know he is special.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Pathos Of Parting


It is finally time… the countdown is rapidly nearing its end. The last few days… the scrambles to tie up all loose ends, to wind up things those have stretched along. Three long years eddying to a date when I’ll board the plane back to Bombay. Much loved Bombay.

Yet, there is that tug at my heart… a sadness that overwhelms… something beautiful that had just blossomed would soon be thrown in to the backwash of the plane that takes off, effectively killing it.

The corners of my eyes are wet… a storm brewing behind the irises. There is a tremble on my lips as I say goodbye to the country I have never really loved. There’s a lump in my throat that refuses to go away when I think about the love that bloomed in this desert; which shall never find its way again in to my heart.

When I bid adieu to that love… it is an everlasting farewell… something I cannot erase even though I want to.

Parting is such sweet pain… in the anticipation that there would be a meeting in the future. But, when that hope is dead… parting is just torture.

The castles in sand that I’d painstakingly built… their halls would never be decked again. The lights are all out and the windows barred… the drawbridge pulled up and the moat’s flooded. 

Life would go on… There would still be a tomorrow… where I wake up to the cold sun.

The spring has passed… the snow falls thick… the winter deepens, darkens and freezes the moments of happiness in crystal cages.

All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go
I'm standin' here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye

But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn
The taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could die

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go 

'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go 

There's so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I'll tell you now, they don't mean a thing

Every place I go, I think of you
Every song I sing, I sing for you
When I come back I'll wear your wedding ring

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go 

'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go 

Now the time has come to leave you
One more time, oh, let me kiss you
And close your eyes and I'll be on my way 

Dream about the days to come
When I won't have to leave alone
About the times, I won't have to say... 

Oh, kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go 

'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go

Wednesday, December 14, 2011



Image Courtesy: Reaching out for love - Christina Pereira |

I pour forth... waiting for an epiphany...

Dreams and aspirations...
Love and relations...
Like the two banks of a river
You walk on one and the other is out of your reach.
You wait and shiver,
And you just want to be on that other beach.
Would these banks ever cross?
Would I get over this loss?
Why can I not dream of love?
Why can I not aspire to love?
Why can they not go hand in hand?
My dreams and aspirations, together... with my love.

And The Nominees Are...

Between my spewing out all that comes in to my head on to this blog and my rants… and the occasional tribute to a loved one… I really didn’t find time to go through the plethora of interesting blogs online. Being a girl / woman with a topsy-turvy, cocktail of emotions bottled up in me… I tend to get drawn to humor in things I read… satire and sarcasm do well with me… ‘coz I can relate to it.
My blog is nothing special. Started out in 2006 and as can be seen from the number of posts put up then… the year 2009 is missing even… one can gauge the interest I had in updating this blog. It started just a couple of months back… this prolific posting… a new dimension was added to my life which provided the inspiration and sometimes even the direct cause for a post to be put up.
Today morning, I was pleasantly surprised to find Debajyoti Ghosh had nominated me for the Versatile Blogger Award. Though, I am not sure about the significance of it, I am still flattered that someone who can write like him reads my blog and actually finds it interesting enough to nominate it for an award. Thanks, Debajyoti!
The nomination got me thinking… there are some really rocking bloggers out there whose posts I have enjoyed a lot. Maybe this would be that opportunity where I could list them and thank them for providing at times fodder for argument and at times matter to stimulate the grey cells and at times something to laugh about or cry to…. Or sometimes just to say wah wah!
Before I go ahead with my list of cool bloggers… Lemme list out the rules and such of this Versatile Blogger Award:
  1. Nominate 15 Fellow Bloggers
  2. Inform the Bloggers of their nomination
  3. Share 7 random things about yourself
  4. Thank the Blogger who nominated you
  5. Add the Versatile Blog Award picture to your blog post

Now, I’ll get to the ‘Wall of Fame’. The list is alphabetical except the first entry… that is ‘coz the blog is special to me and the blogger is the new dimension that livened up my otherwise dull life.

·         The Nawaab Saheb (Lord Raj)
·         Blogger Mathai
·         Cakewrecks
·         Debajyoti Ghosh
·         Deepak Karthik
·         Harish Rao
·         Intellectual Khsatriyan
·         Krish Ashok
·         Magiceye
·         Purnima Iyer
·         Ramesh Athreya
·         Seena
·         The Narcissist
·         The NRI
·         Vishwas Kasat

Some of the blogs are listed by the blog’s name or their online identities. Also, some of them have more than one blog.
Barring a few, these blogs are all new finds… Indiblogger is to be thanked for me being introduced to quite a few of them. I read these blogs whenever I can… sometimes pulling out archived posts and reading them. Also, the list is not limited to Indian bloggers… example Cakewrecks… a blog I diligently follow and laugh my head off.
Then there are blogs like Nawaab Saheb’s blog… where in the midst of poetry and politics, movies and music, rants and reviews… a relationship bloomed.
Now… about 7 random things about myself…  
  • I dream.
  • I design… everything from business cards to houses.
  • I love, hopelessly.
  • I foretell doom… always.
  • I always act on impulse.
  • I stand for hours, in my 19th floor balcony… challenging destiny… with the wind chilling my bones.
  • I sleep… a lot.

Also… there was something about a picture… I have no clue where to find it or what that is about. I’ll leave it at that. :)
Again, thanks to Debajyoti… I actually caught up on reading more of the blogs this way.

Seriously, I hope you all don’t actually see through all this and realize how wella (jobless) I am!

Update: Found the Versatile Blogger Award pic...

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